>> once they stepped out the door, i was on my own. >> jimmy's cover story was that he was a convicted weapons runner whose 40-year sentence pushed him over the edge and landed him in the psych prison. a psych prison filled with killers. his one inside contact, the chief psychiatrist, couldn't protect him. nor could his outside lifeline, female fbi agent who visited as his girlfriend to monitor his progress. >> i did have a hotline to her, too. so if i got caught in a dangerous situation, i could get ahold of her, and the deal was they would have me out of there in 24 hours. >> they had your back. >> they had my back. >> at least you thought. >> at least i thought. >> when keene's mission began, it was all about him, his shot at freedom. he had few feelings, if any, about tricia reitler or her family. all he wanted was to get in and out with tricia's location, and as fast as possible. day one, breakfast in the mess hall. jimmy zeroed in on larry hall. >> i was waiting with my tray, and i look over and there he is, 20, 25 feet away from me, sitting there all by himself. it felt like a magnet was compelling me to come to him.